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    Lost in the Blizzard
    Lost in the Blizzard
    Lost in the Blizzard
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    Lost in the Blizzard

    By Paul Hutchens

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    The tales and travels of the Sugar Creek Gang have passed the test of time, delighting young readers for more than fifty years. Great mysteries with a message, TheSugar Creek Gang series chronicles the faith-building adventures of a group of fun-loving, courageous Christian boys. Your kids will be thrilled, chilled, and inspired to grow as they follow the legendary escapades of Bill Collins, Dragonfly, and the rest of the gang and see how they struggle with the application of their Christian faith to the adventure of life. The gang has several exciting encounters with a hognose snake. A new member of the gang, Middle Jim, offers amazing insights into the snake mystery. When winter arrives, Middle Jim puts the whole gang in jeopardy. Will the boys survive the night in the fierce storm? Discover the important truth of the great hymn "A Mighty Fortress Is Our God".
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMoody Publishers
    Release dateFeb 1, 1998
    ISBN9781575677514
    Lost in the Blizzard
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    Paul Hutchens

    The late PAUL HUTCHENS, one of evangelical Christianity's most prolific authors, went to be with the Lord on January 23, 1977. Mr. Hutchens, an ordained Baptist minister, served as an evangelist and itinerant preacher for many years. Best known for his Sugar Creek Gang series, Hutchens was a 1927 graduate of Moody Bible Institute. He was the author of 19 adult novels, 36 books in the Sugar Creek Gang series, and several booklets for servicemen during World War II. Mr. Hutchens and his wife, Jane, were married 52 years. They had two children and four grandchildren.

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      At first, when I read the back of this book, it said there was a new member of the gang. I was mad. I didn't want a new member. I was fine when Tom Till was made a member, but I wasn't fine with this kid! (until I read the book). This is a fun an exiting book. Read it!!!

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    Lost in the Blizzard - Paul Hutchens

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    The first time I saw that big dangerous-looking snake, it almost scared me half to death. It flattened out its ugly head, with its fierce-looking, shovel-shaped nose, and at the same time expanded its neck until it was almost three times as big as it had been. The snake was making a hissing sound like air being let out of a tire of my blue-and-white bicycle.

    I stood stock-still and stared at it, my whole body tense with fright. It was lying in a half coil and had been sunning itself on the sandy path that leads from the two big pignut trees above our garden to an old iron pitcher pump at the other side of our farm.

    If anybody had seen me staring at that savage-looking, mad-looking, mad-acting, reddish-yellow, thick-bodied snake with irregular-shaped brownish-black blotches scattered all the way down its length from neck to tail, he’d have said my eyes had widened until they were as big as the puffed-out head and neck of that snake.

    I was barefoot too, so if the snake had wanted to, it could have bitten my foot or my ankle or one of my ten bare toes—I was that close to it. I didn’t even have a stick in my hand as I sometimes have when I walk around our farm, so I couldn’t sock the snake the way a boy likes to do when he sees one.

    Hiss-s-s-s! the big-bodied snake said to me fiercely.

    Its ugly head was shaped like a triangle in our arithmetic book in school, and its nose turned up at the tip as if it was trying to smell to see what kind of strange animal I was myself.

    As I said, I was scared stiff. My greenish-gray eyes must have been almost bulging out of their sockets as I wondered what on earth to do to kill the snake. If I tried to jump back, would it make a lunge for me and strike me with its fangs?

    I couldn’t help but think of one of the members of the Sugar Creek Gang whose name is Dragonfly. When he sees something exciting before the rest of us do, he always hisses like a snake, and his own eyes get big and round like a dragonfly’s eyes are all the time, which is why we call him by that name.

    Well, not having a stick to sock the snake, and not knowing what else to do, and being scared anyway, I let out several screams. In fact, I screamed maybe a half-dozen times, because the snake was not only puffing out its neck and hissing, but its triangle-shaped head was darting in and out in my direction very fiercely.

    I must have come to life all of a sudden, for the next thing I knew, I had leaped back about six feet and was looking all around for a rock to hit the snake with. But I couldn’t find any because Dad and I had been picking up all the rocks from our farm for years and taking them out of the fields so we could raise better crops.

    Even though I didn’t find any rock, I did spy a big clod of dirt almost as big as my little sister Charlotte Ann’s pretty round head, so I quick stooped, grabbed it up in my big-for-a-boy’s hands, lifted it high over my head, and with all my fierce, half-scared, half-mad strength hurled it down toward the snake’s shovel-shaped snout.

    But as much as I hate to have to admit it, I missed. The dirt clod squished itself into a million particles of dirt and dust right beside where the snake’s head had been a second before the clod got there.

    And then the queerest thing I ever saw happened. That big forty-inch-long, yellowish-red snake all of a sudden opened its mouth wide and began to twist itself into and out of several kinds of knots as though I had actually hit it and injured it terribly. The next thing I knew, it gave itself a sideways flip-flop and landed on its back, exposing its pretty yellowish-green snake’s stomach to the hot sun, which was shining down on both of us.

    And the second it got on its back, it all of a sudden quit wriggling and twisting and just lay there as if it was absolutely dead.

    What on earth! I thought. I must have hit it after all! And yet, I knew I hadn’t, because I’d seen my clod of dirt miss by almost six inches. All that had happened to it was that maybe a lot of dust and dirt had spattered it in the eyes and on the side of its angry head and three-inch-wide puffed-out neck.

    But there it lay, not making a move and looking like a terribly big fishing worm that was as lifeless as a fishing worm is when a robin has pecked it to death, just before feeding it to one of her babies.

    Well, what do you know? I thought. I scared him to death! I didn’t know if it was my clod of dirt or the way I had yelled at it. But, of course, it couldn’t actually be dead.

    I looked around and saw a long stick, which I hadn’t seen before, and, just to make sure, I picked up the stick and poked at the snake. It didn’t even move the end of its tail but lay absolutely quiet.

    I don’t know what made me do what I did just then, but I all of a sudden felt very brave, sort of like maybe David in the Bible story, when he had killed a giant with one little stone out of his slingshot. I remembered that David was supposed to have had red hair, like mine, so I looked down at that giant shovel-nosed snake and yelled down at it, Get up, you coward! Get up and fight like a man!

    Having the long stick in my hand, I knew I could kill it, as I had a lot of garter snakes and water snakes around Sugar Creek. So I yelled at it again, calling it a coward to let a ten-year-old boy scare it to death.

    And then I got another surprise. From the direction of the iron pitcher pump, which is right close by the stile that we go over to go to school in the fall and winter and spring, I heard a boy’s yell. I knew it was the voice of my friend Poetry, the barrel-shaped member of our gang, who was my almost best friend and whose house I was on my way to when I had run into the snake.

    "Who’s a coward?" Poetry yelled to me from the top of the stile, where he was when I looked up and saw him. Then he scrambled his roly-poly self down the stile’s four steps and came puffing toward me, walking up the dusty path.

    I just killed a great big snake. I said. "A fierce-looking one about

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